Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for November 25, 2020

Clearly – Imaginary!

I’m for real, Aunty. But I’m not your friend.

An imaginary therapist?

You have an imaginary therapist?!!!!

We’ll never tell…

The easy way to find out is to say you’re in trouble. Then you’ll know who your real friends are.

Dear auntie, many “real” friends in the so-called real world are not real friends either, they are Fair-weathered friends, so to speak.

I am as real of a friend to you as you are to me.

Now I must question our relationship: seems my only friend is questioning if our friendship is real.

He already knows, Aunty dearest. He is with you in Looney Tunes.

Hm. Well, we’re real …

My friends are real. It’s the “benefits” which are imagery.

Real friends don’t tell you things. They LISTEN while you tell them things. Listening is the key!!

I’m real, but I could make your therapist need therapy

I’m still trying to figure out if I’m real or imaginary after all that has happened in this year.

I’ll have my voices contact your therapist’s voices and we’ll talk.

We’re here to make you paranoid.

Imagery…

I’m real imaginary…….. no really!

Well, I don’t exist at all, never did. And if you don’t believe me, just ask my grandkids.

I’m your friend, Aunty. And I’m not sure it matters whether I’m real or not!

I’m not even here.

I’m not falling for that.

I answer that question and I start getting calls from the Therapist trying to convince me that I need Therapy.

Real, of course! Our smiles and laughs at your comics are real. Our clipping and sharing are real (I always include credits). Our warm feeling seeing you pop up is real. Consider me a friend of anyone who can cut to the chase on our daily lives like you can. ❤️ Happy Wishes for you, friend.

I’m complex.

(For non-mathemticians: I’m a bit of both)

Are there so few mathematicians here that I’m the first one to mention this?